By a small river near the Great Rift Valley, Yang Zheng was grilling a hare.

The injuries on his body were almost healed. His self-healing ability was super strong and the help of medicines made it seemingly serious wounds healed within two days.

The rabbit meat becomes golden and crispy.

Yang Zheng tore off a rabbit leg and put it in his mouth to chew it. He fought wits and strength with the pursuers sent by Qiu Yuanshan every day, which was actually very energy-consuming, but Yang Zheng ate well and slept well, without any awareness of being in danger. Even after half a week, even Meng Xun's hatred faded.

He tried so hard to kill those pursuers every day, rather than trying to avenge Meng Xun, it was better to say that he was seeking excitement.

Yang Zheng is born to be such an adventurous person. The blood in his body is filled with boiling desires, so sometimes even he himself can't figure out why he likes to wander between death and survival.

Perhaps, his restless personality was destined to be the current situation.

If you think about it carefully, there is actually not a chance to escape in the death camp. After killing Zuo Qingzi, you can leave.

But he chose a more difficult path in the dark. He even doubted whether he would have been honest after marrying Xiaoyan if he was still on Earth. Perhaps it was not as sure as he had always said.

When Yang Zheng thought about this, he really felt that he was a little perverted.

It shouldn't be. He looked at his hands, then came to the river, chiseled a piece of ice, and looked at his familiar and unfamiliar face.

It is undeniable that Yang Zheng's quiet appearance is still very masculine. His appearance is not as handsome, but his high and straight nose, round cheekbones, a national-shaped face, a angular mouth, and his eyes that are always shining with spirit. He does have the qualities of attracting women.

Maybe there were too many people killed, and a coldness that always appeared in his eyes that was marrow-filled.

He threw down the rabbit meat and scooped up some cold river water with his hands to pour it on his face. The cold river water stimulated the nerves on his cheeks, and the strange thoughts just now were wiped out.

It seems that Qiu Yuanshan has learned to be smart. If he doesn't send a team of less than ten people to search for him, he obviously has no such enemy who is alone these days. Yang Zheng didn't know that it was his old enemies Dekun and Wilson who implemented the search plan. And they also found that it was extremely stupid to fight guerrillas with Yang Zheng.

The only way is to block all intersections and let Yang Zheng hit the door himself. The area near the Western Front is vast and sparsely populated. In order to prevent the army of other countries from raiding, they all adopted the strategy of strengthening the walls and clearing the fields.

This is the cold east, and the snow is blocked by thousands of miles. Dekun doesn't believe that if Yang Zheng can survive in such a difficult environment, he will definitely break through.

And he was sure that Yang Zheng did not dare to walk to Cangyue's country, it was like a felt board on the meat.

In fact, he guessed it right.

Yang Zheng was preparing to escape from Cangyue Kingdom, and the only way was the assassination he had taken. He had to go through the Great Rift Valley to Liuyun Kingdom first.

Yang Zheng walked dozens of miles northwest and finally reached the border close to the Macedonian Rift Valley. The Macedonian Rift Valley is a squadron, and there are horse thieves rampant. Near the Cangyue Kingdom, the army of Cangyue Kingdom is stationed all year round, but the number is not large, with about 500 people in one squadron.

However, as soon as Yang Zheng touched this place today, he took a breath of air conditioning.

Hidden in the grass and carefully observe the enemy's tent.

He found a long fence along the road to both sides, blocking all routes that could escape. After roughly scanning the number of military accounts, Yang Zheng was convinced that there were at least one side battalion of two thousand people in the army stationed here. Even he couldn't help but touch his cheeks, be sure that he had read it wrong.

So many people, to catch themselves?

Qiu Yuanshan has really made a big move.

The biggest headache was that the soldiers cut off all the shrubs that could provide cover in the nearby area, and dug several feet long pits along the fence towards Cangyue, and there were people guarding the passages.

If Yang Zheng wants to escape from Ascension, he must avoid those traps that may be dead if he falls down, and also pass through the fence. During this period, two thousand soldiers who sharpen their knives may chop him up and drink. When he thinks of this, even Yang Zheng, who has always been fearless, feels that things are really big.

Although Yang Zheng is not afraid of death, it does not mean that he likes death.

He did not have the awareness of death, especially when he thought of being exploited, a fire of humiliation suddenly popped up in his heart. The cunning rabbit died and the lackey was cooked. It was not that he had thought that when he saw the princess' eyes, he felt that this woman should not be able to do anything to him. Don't forget Yang Zheng's way of dealing with women. He was an absolute playboy when he was on earth, and he had never thought that he had made a mistake this time.

Damn, women can't play too much with such fickle things. Yang Zheng decided to be careful when facing women in this world in the future.

No one can treat him like this. Those who dare to treat him like this must first have the awareness of death.

Yang Zheng was about to leave and find a way.

There was a commotion in the military camp in the distance. After a few long neighs, Yang Zheng saw several horses rushing out of the military camp.

Behind the horse were several vague objects, and several horses were speeding on the road mixed with snow and mud, and the objects behind were dragged in the snow by several horses.

Yang Zheng only looked at it a few times, and his lips almost bleeded.

There are obviously a few people who are black.

Although he couldn't see who was dragging, he could see clearly what the first knight was holding.

That was Meng Xun's head.

A stream of blood rushed straight into Yang Zheng's head.

Yang Zheng closed his eyes suddenly, calm down, calm down. He took out m9 and slashed his arm.

The smell of blood made him feel anxious.

Yang Zheng, you are not a god, they did it on purpose. If you still can’t see it, you are not worthy of living in this world.

At that moment, Yang Zheng felt a little lost. He knew that he might be disappointed Meng Xun, but he still couldn't suppress the feeling of sadness in his heart.

Yang Zheng just watched indifferently as a group of soldiers dragging those people back and forth. A soldier in the lead stabbed Meng Xun's head with a heavy spear, holding it high, looking as if he was showing off his might, and sometimes laughed wildly.

After the first moment of anger, Yang Zheng completely became cold.

He has long passed the age of impulsiveness. In fact, every time he seems to be impulsive, he has done meticulous calculations. Without great confidence, he usually does not act rashly.

But this does not mean that he must take action only when he has mastered the matter completely. Human calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Any calculation that seems to be flawless is actually possible. Moreover, Yang Zheng's body is already filled with the blood of adventurers. Sometimes, for some things to succeed, he must make some dangerous choices.

He retreated, as he had calculated mentally, the probability of trying to break through this line of defense was too small, and he could not take such a risk unless he had to.

Yang Zheng ran in the empty wilderness. His steps were solid and stable, and his figure was light and agile, passing countless rivers and hills like blue smoke.

The western front is wide, and Qiu Yuanshan can only send people to garrison some major traffic roads, but cannot send more people to conduct large-scale searches, because the deaths of nearly 100 soldiers a few days ago have warned them how cunning and cruel Yang Zheng is. The search like a carpet will only kill the soldiers in vain.

Looking at the ice lake that was knocked open on the ice surface, Yang Zheng's heart completely sank.

This was the last road to leave the power of Cangyue Kingdom. Unexpectedly, the ice surface of the lake, which was one foot thick, was also broken by Cangyue Army. To swim through a thousand meters of lake in this ice and snow, Yang Zheng asked himself that he could not bear the deep cold.

All roads are guarded by large troops, unless they walk towards Cangyue's mainland, but that's just a death sentence. Yang Zheng once sneaked into the vicinity of the chaotic clouds, and his portrait was already covered with his portrait on the city gate.

Yang Zheng's black hair and eyes are so obvious that it is hard to reach the sky if he wants to hide from the army.

After all the calculations, I could only escape from the Great Rift Valley.

What should I do if there are two thousand people in a camp?

Yang Zheng was desperate, and God forced him to take this risk.

At dusk, it was dark and rainy and snowy weather, and today's wind was particularly strong. The activities in the camp also became quiet. Yang Zheng, who was hiding in a pile of grass near the Great Rift Valley, peeped at the military camp.

The wind lights on the tower in the distance were shaking. In such a dark weather, the lights of the wind lights were extremely dim.

Just under the light of the wind lamp, Meng Xun's head was shrouded.

Hanging there high, Fengxue had already weathered his head.

Yang Zheng sometimes looked at the situation in the camp, sometimes looked up at the head, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes, no sadness or panic. Only when he was a little sleepy, he would grab a handful of snow beside him and stuff it into his mouth. At other times, he would be like a stone, motionless.

It was getting darker and night would eventually come, and that was also the time when Yang Zheng was preparing to take action.

Faced with such a difficult danger, there is even only one-tenth of the chance to survive.

But there is an indescribable pleasure that breeds in Yang Zheng's heart. It is a very difficult feeling. Ordinary people will panic, despair when facing this life-and-death situation, and even don't know what they should do next.

However, Yang Zheng was different. At this moment, he was clear-headed and filtered all possibilities in his mind. His spirit was highly concentrated and slightly excited. That was the most perfect state for doing anything, so Yang Zheng felt that if he could not escape the layers of scattered nets under such circumstances, death would be inevitable.

At this moment, some people suddenly appeared on the official road in the distance.

Yang Zheng looked up and saw that he had excellent eyesight. Even in such a dim situation, he still saw clearly that it was a food and grass transportation team.

God helps me too.

Yang Zheng shouted inwardly, there was nothing more timely than this time.

He shook the snow on his body, moved his hands and feet, and began to crawl forward along the bushes on the side of the road towards the logistics team.

The food and supplies team had about three or four hundred people, plus chariots and horses, which extended hundreds of meters. Because it was already quite dark at this moment, and on such a snowy night, all the logistics soldiers responsible for escorting the food and supplies hung their heads and shrank their bodies, and had no energy at all. For them, it was the happiest thing to get to their destination to rest for a moment.

Gao Yuan walked in the second half of the team, and the cold wind blew towards him, crawling into his leaky collar, causing him to shrink his neck hard, and cursed: "Damn the weather." Then he took out a small wine pot on his belt and poured it into his mouth hard. The choking spicy smell of inferior soju made him cough twice, but the warmth rumbling in his stomach still made him burp happily.

It seems that I am really wise and knows what a damn trick to deliver food and grass in this weather.

Gao Yuan hummed twice with smugness.

Unfortunately, after taking a few steps, Gao Yuan felt his lower abdomen swelling. Damn, I got drunk too much and was anxious to urinate.

He said to a soldier beside him, and the soldier laughed: "Gaoyuan, be careful when the cold wind blows, the bird turns into an ice sculpture."

"Damn it, go ahead." Gao Yuan spat on the ground, covering the stall and walking towards the bushes on the roadside.

He was already in the second half of the team, so when he found a relatively windy bush and unbuttoned his belt, the team had already walked to the front.

Gao Yuan took a long time to take a look. When the bird was exposed, he shivered. It was so fucking cold. Gao Yuan felt that if he showed it for a while, the bird would really turn into an ice sculpture.

The more he thought so, the less he could not pee.

Just as he lowered his head and wanted to see it, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and then he felt his lower body shrink and a torrent gushed out.

Gao Yuan felt his head getting dizzy.
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